Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2012 14:17:21 -0400 (EDT)
From: Matt0272@aol.com
Subject: A Downtown Bar
The bar had opened in an older part of the downtown commercial district in
the year before I moved to the city, hoping to attract the levi and leather
guys. There were three public rooms in the bar. The first and largest
of the rooms included the actual bar which stretched along most of one side
wall, a pool table near the back wall with the Mens and Womens rest rooms
beyond the back wall, and a few booths on the other side wall. A door in
the latter side wall led to the second room which was unfurnished except for a
long metal trough urinal spaced from the back wall to allow access from
both front and back. The third and smallest of the rooms was beyond the
second room. On weekday evenings only the first room was open unless they had
a bigger that usual crowd. I made a few brief visits when I would be in the
city seeing relatives and liked it.
Then I managed to change jobs and move from the dull Midwest to the city.
What with moving and setting up my apartment, getting on top of my new
job, and moving again after the apartment building suffered a fire which,
while my apartment escaped any damage, was closed for major repairs, it was
several months before I went to the bar again. I wasn't a regular patron,
only visiting a few times a month, but I did start to know some of the
regulars.
Late one Saturday evening the bar was very crowded and I was in the middle
room of the bar with a beer in one hand a cigarette in the other talking to
a guy I'd met earlier in the evening when Henry and Roy, a couple I'd met
before, joined us. At that point I learned that the guy I was talking to
was Jorge. While the four of us were talking I felt Jorge's thumbs going
into the front pockets of my levis, opening the tops of the pockets. Before
I realized what was going on, streams of piss started wetting both pockets
and my crotch.
"Oh! Yeah! I like that" I said.
Henry replied "Suspected you would. When we say you talking with Jorge,
the hottest piss freak we know of, we decided to see if that was your thing.
Apparently, it is."
"I'm ready to do some more pissing but the bar frowns on piss soaked floors
so why don't the four of us go over to our place?" said Roy.
"I'd like to but I have a long day tomorrow," said Jorge, "but Matt I want
to get together with you sometime soon. Think you and I might have some
great wet times with each other."
So we exchanged numbers and said good night.
It was a short drive to Henry and Roy's place. I had been in the house
before but not into the basement which had a cross between a rec room and a
dungeon with a shower room to one side big enough to accommodate several
people. We started with Henry standing by one wall of the shower, me on my
knees, opening Henry's jeans to get his cock out and start sucking it while
Roy stood beside us and soaked us with his hot piss. Was rewarded with a
mouth full of cum and a piss chaser. Then Henry and Roy changed places giving
me more cum and piss both on and in me. Thought I was in heaven.
By now my shirt and jeans were soaked and I'd shot a cum load in my jeans,
I don't know exactly when. Henry got me up from my knees and said "It's
about time you started pissing on your hosts. Peel off those jeans and let
us have it."
Even though I'd cum moments ago, my cock was still hard making it difficult
to piss but I did, soaking both of them from head to crotch. They were
both jacking their hard cocks and, when my piss ran out, I started doing the
same, shooting my cum load onto them. Roy and Henry licked the cum and
piss mixture off each other's bodies and then the three of us collapsed in a
heap.
We eventually got ourselves out of that heap and upstairs to sleep. While
I was in the bathroom later that morning getting ready to shower before
taking the bus back to my place, Henry came into the room and said "You would
look good with your pubes trimmed. It's sort of like our mark showing that
you're a friend and a sexy playmate. And Jorge would like it if you two
ever get together." So we ended that encounter with a trim job.
Copyright 2012 _Matt0272@aol.com_ (mailto:Matt0272@aol.com)
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